Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

The wind favored this meadow once again.

However, calling it a meadow is no longer appropriate.

What was once a neatly manicured lawn is now devoid of even a single blade of grass.

All that remains is a scorched expanse left by the raging flames, and the earth, riddled with holes.

But what truly strikes the eye is not this.

Rather, it is the sword scar that seems to have cleaved the land in two, piercing through a diameter of five hundred meters, resembling an abyss.

This sword scar is truly appalling, inspiring fear and dread.

At the end of this scar lies a human shell, split into two pieces.

"Kid, you've caused such a ruckus, leaving this mess for me to clean up, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"

Nango Hikojiro's face fell as he stood behind Haramura Makoto.

Putting aside everything else, just restoring this five-hundred-meter-long fissure to its original state would be a troublesome task.

"I believe in Master's abilities."

"Also, to avoid being noticed, I'll take my leave first."

Without lingering for even a minute, Haramura Makoto directly slipped away, utilizing the footwork Nango Hikojiro taught him, disappearing from sight.

"That brat."

Looking at the scene of devastation before him and the departing figure of Haramura Makoto, Nango Hikojiro chuckled and cursed.

He felt that his disciple had learned about seventy percent of his shamelessness.

But then he fell silent.

"This kid is getting excessively strong, I wonder if he's touched that door yet."

"If he hasn't touched that door even now, it'll probably be very difficult for him to ever reach it."

Nango Hikojiro sighed softly, but the worry on his face lasted only a second before he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

"Hey, Kurohime, I have an urgent matter here, come over..."

...

Time quickly moved on to the third day, the start of the second round of the competition.

"How's your recovery, do you feel like you can use your full strength?"

This time, it wasn't the audience seats on the stage, but rather the waiting room prepared for the contestants.

It was about forty to fifty square meters in size, equipped with sofas and a large screen for real-time viewing of the matches.

Each school had such a waiting room, more than enough to accommodate five or six people.

"There's no problem, I've completely recovered."

Facing Haramura Makoto's question, Kurogane Ikki clenched his fist, but his face was filled with guilt.

"But, I'm sorry to Shizuku and Miss Kiriko."

Just like he said at the hospital bed, the regeneration pod alone wasn't enough for Kurogane Ikki to make it to the match.

So Kurogane Shizuku sacrificed all of her magical power, plus about sixty percent of Yakushi Kiriko's fundamental magical power.

The result is that Kurogane Shizuku is now lying in the hospital bed in place of Kurogane Ikki.

Yakushi Kiriko, unable to recover her magical power and spirit in time, now faces an uncertain outcome in what was originally a sure victory.

"If you can defeat Kurogane Ouma, that will be the best repayment for their sacrifices."

Haramura Makoto glanced at Kurogane Ikki shallowly.

Kurogane Shizuku wants to see Kurogane Ikki fulfill his wish, and Yakushi Kiriko wants to fulfill her responsibility as a doctor, allowing her patient to use his full strength.

The kindness of these two towards Kurogane Ikki is immense.

To such great kindness, Kurogane Ikki can only answer with one sentence.

"I won't say I'll definitely win."

"But I will fight with all my might in the upcoming battle."

Such a resounding answer is enough to prove Kurogane Ikki's determination.

"Now, we interrupt with an emergency broadcast."

Just as Haramura Makoto and Kurogane Ikki finished their conversation, the voice of the female commentator from the previous day suddenly echoed on the screen that had been broadcasting the event.

"In this year's Seven Star Sword Art Festival, Shinoimiya Amane of Akatsuki Academy was confirmed to have been murdered yesterday. The cause of death of contestant Shinoimiya Amane is currently under full investigation. We hope to find out the cause of death of contestant Shinoimiya Amane as soon as possible..."

The astonishing news directly stunned everyone who heard it.

Not only the audience in the stands, but also Todo Toga and Kidehara Kanata, who were sitting in the contestants' waiting room at this moment.

Only Haramura Makoto and Stella exchanged glances.

That's right, Shinoimiya Amane is dead.

Completely beyond saving.

Cut directly from the waist, the body was split in two, and the brain waves had completely disappeared. Even if Yakushi Kiriko came in person, she could only save him within the ten minutes of the golden emergency period.

Now the only way is probably a miracle of time reversal.

Also, want to find traces of Shinoimiya Amane's death?

It's simply impossible.

The next day, under the guise of visiting Kurogane Ikki, Haramura Makoto took another look at the scene.

Everything was restored to the way it was at the beginning, without the slightest change.

The green lawn, the intact street lights.

It was as if everything had really undergone a reversal of time. If Haramura Makoto wasn't very clear about what he had done, he would probably doubt himself.

Tell me, how can you find evidence of Haramura Makoto's crime at a scene that doesn't leave a single trace?

He doesn't know how the old man did it.

In short, he really asked the right person to ask the old man.

"So, because contestant Shinoimiya Amane died due to an accident, Kidehara Kanata of Hagun Academy will directly advance in the first round of the C venue today, in the match between Shinoimiya Amane of Akatsuki Academy and Kidehara Kanata of Hagun Academy."

"Also, Hagun Academy has also reported the news that contestant Kurogane Shizuku has consumed too much magical power."

"Therefore, in the second round of the A venue today, in the match between Kurashiki Kurato of Tonrou Academy and Kurogane Shizuku of Hagun Academy, Kurashiki Kurato will directly advance."

She picked it up, undoubtedly, Kidehara Kanata picked it up.

"Congratulations to the vice president for successfully entering the round of sixteen."

Chapter 122: Entertainment Program

Why do I say congratulations?

After all, Kidehara Kanata could never beat Shinoimiya Amane no matter what. Originally, she had already planned to give up directly today. Unexpectedly, she can now directly enter the round of sixteen.

"Then I'll go to the entrance first."

The bell rang in the waiting room, which was urging Haramura Makoto to enter the arena.

"Take the victory, Makoto."

Stella placed a light kiss on his face.

"That's for sure."

Haramura Makoto also lowered himself and lightly kissed Stella's oval face.

"It will end quickly."

...

"Now let us open the curtain for the first match of the second round, Area A."

"First, we can see the super-popular contestant coming out of the east passage, Haramura Makoto of Hagun Academy."

The female commentator's voice was playing from the loudspeaker.

The atmosphere of the scene was also stirred up at this moment, and countless young people were even standing up and shouting.

"Time Freeze, Time Freeze—"

Especially those sharp screams mixed in with the shouts, if this wasn't a competition venue, it would even make people think that this was a gathering place for some cult.

Their fanatical appearance was like they had found their faith.

Some fanatical fans were even preparing to break through the protective shield and rush towards the arena.

In this state of being the focus of everyone's attention, Haramura Makoto stepped with powerful steps and stood on his end.

At this moment, it seemed as if the eyes of the world were focused on him.

"Wow, you're really popular, Junior Brother."

Along with the sound of this voice, a girl with a ponytail, black hair, a bandage on her face, and wearing a Bukyo Academy uniform, waving her hand, ran towards Haramura Makoto.

"Hmm?"

A question mark lit up on Haramura Makoto's head, and he put on a who are you expression?

"Eh?"

"Master didn't tell you about me? That's really too much."

"I'm your senior sister."

The girl was greatly shocked, and her straight ponytail drooped down.

"Now appearing is his opponent, 'Onibi' Asaki Momiji from Bukyo Academy."

"Of course, what is most worthy of everyone's attention is that both of them are disciples of the War God, which means that a battle between fellow disciples will be staged here."

The host's voice rang out again.

"Sorry, Senior Sister."

"Master really didn't tell me."

Haramura Makoto was stunned for a moment, then apologized with obvious insincerity.

Nango Hikojiro is already ninety years old this year.

Since he became famous, he has actually been teaching many domestic Blazers, some are direct disciples, and some are registered disciples.

So many years have passed, and if Nango Hikojiro were to carefully count how many disciples he has accepted, he probably wouldn't even have any impression himself.

Of course, it is precisely because of this that the name War God is so influential.

It represents not only that Nango Hikojiro is currently the strongest in Japan, but also that the War God lineage has spread throughout the Japanese Blazer world.

"Wow—"

It was like a heavy hammer directly hitting Asaki Momiji's head, making her dizzy.

"I thought today was going to be a very dramatic meeting, Master is really too hateful..."

"Can we start now?"

Haramura Makoto scratched his head and turned to Kurogane Kuro asked.

"Both sides prepare, the match begins."

Announcing the start of the match, at the moment the order was issued, Kurogane Kuro instantly withdrew from the range of the battle.

Asaki Momiji directly summoned her Device, pouting angrily, seeming to want to teach this disobedient junior brother a lesson.

Hot flames were wrapped around the sword-shaped Device, and Asaki Momiji was determined to make some trouble for her junior brother, and rushed up with the sword.

But at the moment she attacked.

Haramura Makoto actually disappeared from her sight.

She didn't even blink, nor did she notice any traces of footwork.